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Ghost
Contributed by
Shadow
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Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 01:33:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tarnished and withered like a ghost
I slowly become what I hate the most
A shadow of war, fear, and pain
Never looking back at what Ive slain
I ride on my horse once pure white
Whitened away in what was once might
My old fingers clutch my banner pale
This lets me know I will one day fail
I long for peace found not even in death
The darkness calls for my last breath
I lust for war my battle cry
Those damned spears will always fly
Im old and tiered and can no longer fight
Yet I press on with all my might
Why cant my sword drop to the ground
And the spirits send me to where I am bound
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Re: Ghost
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by poetrygodslove on
Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 01:57:15 PM AEST
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Pictured you upon the horse
with the sword in your hand
wanting to let it go
never to fight again.
I thought of this my friend
me walking over
and taking it from your hand
throwing it down
and say come down
you dont have to fight again.
good good write..sandy |
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Re: Ghost
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by secretwind on
Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 03:11:33 PM AEST
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| You capture the never ending battle quite well,good flow ,excellent write. |
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